At Trinity College's library, a young woman shuffled through the towering bookshelves. A misplaced step led to a clumsy collision with a rickety bookshelf, and in an instant, her carefully balanced tower of books crumbled. With a gasp, she lost her footing and fell to the floor.

It was at this exact moment that Connell, engrossed in his own studies, noticed the spectacle. With a reassuring smile, he extended a hand out to her. “Looks like these books had a mind of their own. Need a hand?"